Saturday, June 14, 2014

PICTURE ME PERFECT by STORMY GLENN

Troy
Summers is a cop. He’s recently been partnered with fellow police officer, Jamie
Everson, and they get along great. He likes Jamie’s brother, Nicky, even
more.

When Nicky
gets beaten up by his ex-boyfriend and comes to him for help, Troy can’t say no,
not when it brings Nicky right into his arms. Even still, Troy wants to take
things slow with Nicky. He knows they have a connection but he wants to build a
relationship with him, even if it means hiding it from Nicky’s brother and the
rest of the world.

But when
Troy gets shot during a drug bust, all bets are off. Their secret relationship
comes out. It not only lets everyone know that they’ve been living together, but
brings Bruce back into the picture. Jamie and Troy have to work together to save
not only Nicky but themselves, but can they save Nicky in time or will Troy lose
the most intriguing man he’s ever met?

Note:
This book was previously published with another publisher and has been
extensively revised and expanded.

STORY EXCERPT

Troy took another sip of his beer and watched Graham
shoot the white cue ball across the green felt-top table. He chuckled when
Graham missed the ball he aimed at entirely, the cue ball bouncing off the side
of the table then rolling to the middle. The snarl on the man’s face told the
tale. Graham took the game of pool way too seriously.

Troy liked pool as much as the next guy, but he never
understood Graham’s fascination with the game. Graham loved it. He
probably slept with a pool cue in his bed. From his grouching, Graham wasn’t
sleeping with anything else in his bed.

Now that, Troy understood. He’d been going through a
pretty long dry spell himself. He hadn’t been out on a date in months let alone
had anyone in his bed. He tried to chalk it up to the new job and all, but he
knew he was lying to himself.

Troy was tired of the constant dating rat race. Cruise
the bars and find a guy, take him home and see if he’s the one. After he leaves,
try it all over again. Troy could count the number of second dates he’d been on
in the last year on one hand. There hadn’t been any third
dates.

He just wanted to find a nice guy, settle down, and have
a family. Unfortunately, most of the gay men he’d met lately just wanted to get
laid. And while sex was nice—great, even—it didn’t hold him in the middle of the
night and make him feel needed and wanted. It didn’t make him feel loved. It
didn’t make him feel like he mattered to someone special.

No, Troy wanted something more. He wanted to build
something with someone, have that special person to come home to after a hard
day at work. He wanted a partner. And he wanted the great sex that went along
with being with someone he loved.

“Is Sammy going to make it tonight?” Jamie asked. “Do I
finally get to meet him?”

Troy chuckled and shook his head. “I invited him, but
knowing my brother he’s forgotten by now. The man’s lost without a keeper. Don’t
get me wrong, I love Sammy to death but he would forget to eat unless I called
him regularly.”

“Sounds tough.” Jamie chuckled, shaking his head lightly.
“I have to warn you, I’m not sure Nicky is much better. Granted, he can cook
like a dream, but he has a way of getting himself into fixes that defy
belief.”

“He can cook?” Troy sat up straighter. “You didn’t say he
could cook.”

Jamie chuckled again, this time with a vast amount of
amusement. “Did I forget to mention that?”

“Uh, yeah,” Troy replied. He was a lousy cook, but he
loved food. The two did not mix. Granted, he cooked well enough to get by, but
it wasn’t gourmet. Sometimes what came out of the oven—or in most cases, the
microwave—wasn’t even very edible.

A grimace worked its way across Jamie’s lips, the man
shaking his head. “My brother is into some weird stuff. I should probably warn
you about that now.”

Troy’s eyebrows shot up. “Drugs?”

“God, no! Nicky would never do drugs.”

“Then what?” He didn’t know what to think when Jamie
sighed, stared down at his beer. “Jamie?”

“Nicky’s a good guy but sometimes I think he spent too
much time in the kitchen with Mom.” Jamie shrugged. “Maybe I should have made
him come outside with me more often or something. He just seemed to really like
spending time with Mom and—”

“Jamie,” Troy cut in, “you still haven’t told me what
he’s in to.”

“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Jamie sighed again as
he met Troy’s gaze. “It’s not like you guys are going to be best buds or
anything. I just want you to meet him.”

“Jamie—”

“Just don’t…don’t be surprised if Jamie seemed a little
girlie. He’s a good guy. He just isn’t very…guyish.”

Troy’s eyebrows rose again. “Is that even a
word?”

Jamie chuckled, some of the seriousness leaving his face.
“You’ll understand when you meet Nicky.” Jamie stood. “I’m going to go use
the john. Order me another beer.”

Troy rolled his eyes and got up from his seat. He started
toward the bar, paused, and looked over at Graham. “You want another beer,
too?”

Troy chuckled and walked over to the bar. He held up two
of his fingers to the bartender then turned and leaned back against the bar top,
scoping out the people in the room. Peabody’s Pub was actually a nice place for
a gay bar.

The lights were not too bright, but they lit up the place
enough so there weren’t any guys in back corners getting it on. The place was
tastefully decorated, with pool tables at one end, tables and chairs at the
other, and the bar counter in the middle against the wall.

Troy glanced toward the front entrance when the door
opened. . Troy felt the air rush from his lungs as his groin tightened almost
painfully when the most stunning man he’d ever laid eyes on walked
in.

The man was smaller than Troy. Much smaller, which
made this instant attraction all the more stunning. Troy usually preferred men
closer to his own size. He liked knowing he held onto a man in his arms and not
a breakable china doll.

“I’d like that very much.” Troy’s voice sounded so husky
that it sent a chill of excitement down Nicky’s spine.

He looked down at Troy’s lips again. He hesitated, afraid
of screwing up. The first kiss was always so important. Finally, unable to stop
himself any longer, Nicky leaned in and pressed his lips against Troy’s. The
light contact immediately sent the pit of his stomach into a swirl. Nicky felt
like he just kissed a light socket. Every nerve ending in his body was firing
off at the same time.

He used his tongue to trace the soft fullness of Troy’s
lips before delving inside to explore. A strong, heady flavor blasted across
Nicky’s tongue, a taste unique to Troy and one that Nicky knew he’d crave for
the rest of his life.

“I could live on your kisses,” Nicky moaned. He knew
kissing Troy was one thing he would want a lot of if they were going to try a
relationship together. Nicky loved kissing.

Nicky groaned, pressing himself against Troy’s solid
body, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed skin. Nicky reluctantly
pulled his lips away from Troy’s and sat up, swinging his leg over Troy’s lap
until he straddled the man.

“I need to feel you,” he said as he grabbed the edge of
his shirt and pulled it over the top of his head. He tossed it over the back of
the couch then settled his hands on Troy’s massive shoulders. “I think I might
die if I don’t feel your hands on me.”

Nicky wanted to experience more of Troy’s touch, but the
man suddenly tilted him backward. Nicky looked to find Troy studying the bruises
on his sides. Nicky groaned. “Please, we’ll talk about them
later.”

Troy arched an eyebrow. “We will talk about this
later, Nicky, and I’ll want the complete truth.”

“Yes, anything, just please, touch me,” Nicky begged,
crying out when Troy began to stroke his naked skin. He shuddered when he felt
Troy’s lips kiss his shoulder, his collarbone, down his chest.

Nicky concentrated on touching Troy back, stroking his
luscious skin, and there was so damn much of it. He could explore Troy’s body
for hours, especially the smattering of hair across his chest that narrowed to a
small trail leading down under the waistline of his jogging pants. Nicky wanted
to follow it with his tongue.

When he leaned forward to lick at the small pulse beating
in Troy’s throat, Troy’s hands slipped around to his back. Troy stroked up
Nicky’s spine then back down again to grab his ass through his
jeans.

Nicky snapped his hips forward in surprise then pushed
back against Troy’s hands. When Troy’s hand pushed under the waistline of his
jeans and skimmed the crevice at the top of his ass, Nicky lost whatever was
left of his mind.

He rose on his knees, reached to unbutton his jeans, then
pushed them down. His hard cock sprang free and slapped against Troy’s stomach.
Troy’s hands instantly slipped farther down the crack of Nicky’s
ass.

Troy suddenly lifted Nicky in the air, and he yelped.
Before he knew it, Troy stripped Nicky’s jeans off and spun him around to sit
back down on Troy’s lap, his back resting against Troy’s
chest.

Troy’s hands were immediately back on his body, trailing
down his chest, caressing his nipples, stroking his cock. Nicky arched into
Troy’s touch, overwhelmed by the sensations burning through
him.

Nicky laid his head against Troy’s shoulder, turning
slightly to kiss and lick at the man’s throat. He wrapped his arms around Troy’s
neck and pulled his head down into a kiss, his hands clenching in Troy’s
hair.

“Spread your legs, baby,” Troy whispered against his
lips.

Nicky spread his legs. His breath hitched in his throat
when he felt the massive shaft moving between his thighs. He broke away from
Troy’s lips and looked down, stunned by the size of the cock rubbing against
him.

“It’ll never fit.”

Troy chuckled. “It will fit, baby, don’t you
worry.”

Nicky shook his head in disbelief. Troy’s cock was huge.
Even with Nicky sitting on Troy’s lap, the thick shaft was almost equal in
length to Nicky’s cock. He watched in stunned amazement as Troy wrapped his
hands around both of their cocks and began stroking them together.